| I managed to get him off the phone with some civility, and I thought that was the end of it. Until I saw what he was saying about me & BFM over on the Free Press forums. That was a mess that we had to clean up, but that wasn't the worst of it.
Darth Poo had one of those right wing nutbag forums where they talk about the goodness of Bush/God and the badness of Nancy Pelosi/France. He posted my name, address, and phone number with instructions to "feel free to drive this bitch crazy." Few days later, he posted the same info on a "people to be shot on sight" list, right under Nancy Pelosi and Cindy Sheehan.
Ok. So I went to the state police post on M-21 in Flint, right there by Linden Road, but the cop there couldn't even be bothered to put down his coffee cup while he told me to go away. "You're a victim where you live, and you don't live in Flint." (ssslurp) "You'll have to go find someone where you live."
I didn't know how to explain that I've pretty much offended everyone in the place where I live, so I can't imagine them helping me. The Corunna MSP Detective? He's featured in a post with a picture of Officer Barbrady. The Sheriff's Dept? Yeah, I had gone after the Sheriff too. Kinda.
See, rumor at the time was that there was something creepy going on at the SCSD. I tried to figure it out, but I just got shot down. No one wanted to talk to me, and I'm pretty sure they knew what I was after. Not sure who the Sheriff's friends were, or even if they cared about a little blogger like me. But if they did care, they probably didn't like me.
Ok back to the story. So I'm driving back to Shiawassee from the Flint cop shop, slow as I can go without getting a ticket for going too slow. (Clinton Twp will write you for anything) Right about now I hate myself.
I called a friend. (Yes, while driving. Shut it.) "You have friends at the Sheriff's Dept. Give me a name, I'm telling him you sent me. Help me." And she told me to go see Detective XYZ. So I went straight to the Sheriff's Department and said, "I am here to see Detective XYZ and Mr. and Mrs. ABC sent me."
And a few minutes later, Detective XYZ invited me to his office, and we talked. Since he didn't know much about computers/Internet/Ethernet/whatever, he invited Detective WWW in to talk to me. (Detective WWW knows a little something about the web, as you might deduce from his name)
Detective WWW sat down and took a look at the evidence I brought. And then he said, "I read your blog."
Oh crap. I hate myself anew.
Silence. Long time.
Finally, I force out, "I was trying to help you guys."
I hate me so hard.
Well to make a short story long, the good detectives helped me, the shoot-on-sight list came down, and I never heard from DP again.
Now one thing that you have to understand is that up until this point, I hated the police. I had no faith in them whatsoever, and I directed a lot of angry blogging their way back in my early blogging years. I was less angry by this point, but I still had no faith in them. So when they helped me, it was huge. I can't explain it, but the world changed for me on that day. And that was when I decided that I would get to the bottom of that Sheriff thing.
I'll tell you about that tomorrow. |
Oh, you kids know how I love me some Mike Bishop. Sometimes I blog about him, sometimes I doodle, sometimes 
